California Brunette
So.
Here I am again, inebriated by your physique,
My Adonis, my statue of David,
My spirit cries and it cries until it has no voice left,
And I tremble.
There's laughing and there's sadness and joylessness in this beautiful piece of the world,
A hooker in purple high heels stands 3 meters from my car window,
Sunlight illuminates the leaves of a palm tree and reflects on the lid of a trash can.
I won't pretend that I live on soft sand overlooking tropical water.
I won't pretend that I wear sunglasses and a bikini to work.
I won't pretend I am gorgeous and I have a tan.
I won't pretend that you are a Greek hunter with shiny muscles.
I won't pretend that you are flawless.
I won't pretend that my love is worthy of your notice.
I won't pretend that you are the one I think about every week
Or every day
Or every hour, because
I don't have to
Here I am again, inebriated by your physique,
My Adonis, my statue of David,
My spirit cries and it cries until it has no voice left,
And I tremble.
There's laughing and there's sadness and joylessness in this beautiful piece of the world,
A hooker in purple high heels stands 3 meters from my car window,
Sunlight illuminates the leaves of a palm tree and reflects on the lid of a trash can.
I won't pretend that I live on soft sand overlooking tropical water.
I won't pretend that I wear sunglasses and a bikini to work.
I won't pretend I am gorgeous and I have a tan.
I won't pretend that you are a Greek hunter with shiny muscles.
I won't pretend that you are flawless.
I won't pretend that my love is worthy of your notice.
I won't pretend that you are the one I think about every week
Or every day
Or every hour, because
I don't have to